Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

"Yeah, And Good Riddance, You... You Fucking Nazi!"
Division Four, Dorch? FOUR?! That's Insane
Ooh, yeah. Spicy!
Oh, come on, lads, let's lose the cone. I'm a somebody now. There's no need for a cone.
'because everything is simple in Tetris world.'
Is your mobile broke? I've not been able to get you for days.
I've got the massage oil!
'Cor anglais, of course. Probably plays it in the BNP jazz combo.'
OK, bye.
'I'm the Ruhr and no-one's actually said the word "Dambusters"!
You mean... Germany for the Germans?
'and I'm just an old stick-in-the-mud, as usual.'
So long, Toni.
No.
'The first friend I've made since Nick Bickford in '96.
Oh! Right!
What, stop being mates?
He'd already hung up.
- Follow me. - 'He hates is. He bloody hates it.'
It is kind of the same.
Four naan, Benjamin? Four? That's insane.
Ooh!
- No! - I can't believe you were going to get me one!
Oh, really? Oh, that's great news.
It wasn't just racist... horseplay?
Uh-huh.
Crack?! I've got company!
'And I'm not thinking about Sophie! '
I can't be associated with you any more, because... you're a racist.
The whole point of contract law, the whole point of a contract is to make sure this never happens!
What's Hans doing?
'I wish I was a robot. Maybe I could punch through a wall.'